Just gonna rail against this "infinite possibilities" model a little more

 

Don't nobody mind me. I'm just going to sit here, your little black spot on the sun today, and pose the questions that might be getting overlooked, whilst most folk are going about their day to day routine. 

You know, going grocery shopping, catching a movie, doing homework, housework, work-work, or kicking it with a cold one watching the tube. Or watching your kids. Or making more kids. Whatever it is y'all might be doing that's occupying your mind enough to just not be concerned with philosophical questions.

So, let me do it for you. 

I'll be the guy who tugs at that little thread on your sweater. The nose that sniffs the air and says, "Hhmmmnrf. I smell something stinky. What is it and where is it coming from?" 

I'll pose the question "why?" and you can all just ignore the weirdo with the tattered clothes, wandering about muttering and shaking his fist at the sky. 

You know how they say, "It takes all kinds," right? Well, just tell yourself, "There, but for the grace of God, go I," and avert your eyes just a little. 

Don't engage the crazy person. He'll wind down eventually, sleep it off perhaps. But for now, he appears to be gearing up to rant about something. Let's just grit our teeth and hope it doesn't last too long.

My question: "Why?" 

That's it. Why anything? Why something rather than nothing? Why birds and worms, snails, ticks, fleas, lice, rats, cats, dogs, frogs, cancer, kids, oceans, trees, ice cream and poop? I mean, there's a consensus about some things being "good" and others being "bad" so, why everything, then? Why not just a few things, the good, agreed upon cool stuff? 

Well, apparently, because there isn't as much agreement as all that. Some like it hot, some like it cold, chili in the pot, nine days old.

Maybe God is still figuring it out. Let's just say that in the beginning, God was extremely bored and lonely in His infinite void of space and decided, "This sucks. Let's make some shit." 

And He proceeded to make as much stuff as He possibly could. Everything, to be precise. Not just good, cool, acceptable stuff, but really rotten, foul, horrid stuff as well. Just to be consistent with His infinite nature, He couldn't skimp or leave any possibilities out. 

So, baby killing, poop, toothaches and forest fires, a devil, some angels, Trump and Hillary, and many vaguely insignificant, but, oh, so necessary, shades of individual consciousnesses, all needed to be created, or allowed to exist, having been given the gift of life. 

At some point, maybe He'll say, "Well, THAT certainly wasn't a good thing to include. Perhaps the universe could have done without one of THOSE." 

I feel like I may be one of THOSE things. Something that exists because, well, it had to be tried at least once. But let's agree not to ever, ever do that again, shall we?

"Look, he's running out of steam and he didn't even get to the main point of whatever it is that is eating him up today. What  shook up his little world, that he had to get all 'what's the point of anything' again? What rattled his little bird cage and ruffled his feathers?"

Who knows and who cares? No one, that's who.